"I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've finally gone up in smoke. Now my hand is on the wheel, of something that's real and I feel like I'm going home".
Monday, December 08, 2008
At last, a preacher in whom there is no guile. At least when they present these dinosaurs as an offering they won't try to crawl off the altar; they probably won't start. Couldn't they at least find a gold model to worship? I can just hear the congregation say "we threw all this plastic in the fire and a lemon came out!" Let us all face east and pray to Washington--- from where our bailouts come.